This Is Colors, A Short Comic Written By @monsieurtoast And Illustrated By Myself, About The Influence

Because of the reboot Gatomon will be able to grow up again without those years of loneliness and those memories of that bastard Myotismon.

But then you realize she won’t remember Wizardmon or the friendship they shared either.

@whos-that-foxi-lady, look what you made me do. I skipped out on working on thesis for this omg. Based on this post:

I imagine after the reveal, Marinette might still struggle with being fully comfortable with Adrien, so he’ll occasionally iniate fist bumps to remind her its just Chat. They’d probably do this often before they get comfortable hugging or even holding hands. Sunshine boi is a patient sweetheart. - @whos-that-foxi-lady

Man..I haven’t drawn a comic in so long. I’ve been so busy ; u ;

PLEASE DO NOT RE-UPLOAD. DO NOT DUB. DO NOT MAKE SOME VIDEO.

REBLOG ONLY PLEASE.

Reminder: Girls/women can be abusive too. If you have been abused by a girl/woman it’s okay, you aren’t weak because of it. If you are in an abusive relationship, leave. If you feel like you can’t, ask for help or talk to someone.

I made a little film! It’s here if you’d like to watch it! 

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.

I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.

Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.

Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.

My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.

Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

Mark Twain (via currentsinbiology)

My Kind of MariChat

Chat and Marinette hanging out as friends and talking about their crush struggles with each other.

Chat not saying who he likes, because he knows that Mari is best friends with the Ladyblog girl and he can’t risk Ladybug finding out how he feels through the Internet. How tacky!

Mari not saying who she likes, because she’s afraid Chat will see her love for Adrien as just a celebrity crush. Also she has a tendency to malfunction when speaking his name aloud.

Chat giving Mari advice about how to calm her anxiety and be more confident when talking to her crush.

Mari giving Chat advice about how to come across as more genuine and less flirty when talking to his crush.

The two being 100% oblivious.

The two practicing on each other and totally NOT blushing  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The two encouraging and pushing each other to ask their crush out.

The two making a pact to do so the very next day.

Mari going up to Adrien at school and remaining 50% calm as she asks him out for ice cream.

Adrien internally screaming because he didn’t realize Mari had a crush on HIM and now he feels like a jerk.

“OH, uh that sounds like it’d be a lot of fun, but I can’t eat ice cream… model diet, you know?”

Marinette trying to recover. “Oh, right. Well, uh…what about a movie?”

Marinette regretting her decision the moment he says “Look Marinette-”

Adrien trying. “You really are an incredible girl and it means a lot to me that you’d even ask. I just- I already have feelings for someone else.”

Marinette accidentally blurting out, “Who? Chloe?”

Adrien not knowing whether to laugh or gag. “No, no, no! She uh, she doesn’t go here. You wouldn’t know her.”

Marinette thinking that it’s probably some gorgeous model.

Marinette sending only one text to Alya instead of her usual 50.

“He likes someone else.”

An akumatized villain showing up at the absolute WORST time.

Chat Noir noticing that his lady is off her game for some reason.

Ladybug noticing that Chat is making fewer puns for some reason.

Chat pulling her away from the press after the battle.

“My lady, I need to tell you something… I love you.”

Marinette’s gut clenching because HOW did she not realize Chat had been talking about HER and then she’s reminded of Adrien’s rejection and she’s overwhelmed by hurt and confusion and guilt and-

BEEP BEEP go the earrings.

“Chat… this isn’t a good time. I- I have to go.” 

“Then meet me tonight on the Arc de Triomphe at 11 o’clock.”

Ladybug just nodding before she swings away.

Chat trying not to be discouraged.

Marinette checking her phone after she detransforms.

Alya: “Oh girl. I’m so sorry.”

Alya: “Are you okay?”

Alya: “I’m mandating an emergency sleepover tonight. Just you and me.”

Crap.

Marinette trying to “go to bed” early so that she can sneak out and meet with Chat.

Alya making her stay up because it’s a Friday night and “you promised me we’d watch Moulin Rouge”.

Chat somehow managing to set up a candlelit dinner on the Arc de Triomphe because he’s a hopeless romantic.

Chat pacing back and forth with droopy ears as it gets later and later.

Chat growing incredibly disheartened as he picks at the food and thinks about how he rejected Marinette only to be rejected by Ladybug.

Mari worrying about Chat and crying over Adrien.

Chat finally heading home around 1:00 AM but stopping when he sees Mari on her balcony. 

Mari feeling awful and tearing up when she sees Chat.

Chat feeling awful when he sees how upset Mari is.

The two hugging and crying and realizing how much they hate seeing the other hurting.

The two trying to comfort and encourage each other.

Mari telling Chat how funny and brave and kind he is.

Chat telling Mari how talented and beautiful and endearing she is.

Mari and Chat looking into each others eyes, each wondering if they’ve been pursuing the wrong person all along.

Chat leaning in slowly and kissing Mari.

Mari kissing back.

Alya opening the trapdoor and screaming.

The End (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Kim: Max is on a family trip so while he’s gone I’m gonna cut the sleeves off of all my shirts.

Alix: Why???

Kim: He’s pretty much 85% of my impulse control.

I firmly believe that Yuuri speaks better English than Viktor.

Like they’re both fluent and speak VERY GOOD English, but Yuuri just got off a five-year stint in a country where English is the predominant language, where he had to speak English every day just to function in society. Viktor’s experience with English is pretty much limited to international competitions and if he forgets a word, it’s whatever, because half the other people there aren’t as fluent as him anyway.

This headcanon doesn’t really matter most of the time bc I write them communicating in English (Which they canonically do, it being their only shared language) so obviously they effectively have the same amount of fluency that I do, but I just love the idea that sometimes, out of no where, Viktor will pause in the middle of conversation and get this look on his face.

“Did you forget the word?” Yuuri will ask kindly.

“Yes.”

“What’s the word in Russian?”

“Turtsiya.”

“Okay, I’m not familiar with that one. Describe it?”

“Evil chicken.”

“Turkey?”

Viktor beams. “Yes! Turkey!”